1934

No pollster checked it out, but the vote cast at Hanover during the Princeton weekend seemed to be solid for Euphoria. Twisting the Tiger's tail so decisively contributed something, of course, to the era of good feeling, along with balmy weather and the art-show put on by the foliage on both sides of the Connecticut—but it was the warmth and cordiality shown by a score of attending '34s that made it the gayest get-together this one-time cynic has yet enjoyed.

Accompanied by Budd Schulberg '36 and his wife, Geraldine Brook, my own bright-eyed bride and I arrived at White River Junction's Hotel Coolidge too late Friday evening to make it on over to Edand Barbara Brown's traditional pre-game reception. But Saturday more than made up for it. At the game, and later—at Dr.John and Franny Lyle's party, and at the '34 dinner at the Norwich Inn—we saw, talked to, and in a few cases even exchanged notes with what had to be, but unfortunately wasn't, a substantial portion of the entire Class. Bill and GerriScherman almost certainly compiled a complete list, but even my faulty vision and faultier memory for faces recall seeing—among others, he said, copping out—Stu Anderson, Ed Brown, Hank Bryan, Bill Daniels, Clarence Davies, Bill DeRiemer, Harry Gilmore, Lyle Hill, Jake Jacobson, Gordon Kibbee, Walt McConachy, Bob C. Palmer, Bill Scherman, Stan Smoyer, Charlie Strauss, Bob Thompson, Bill Williams, and Nick Xanthaky.

Almost all of the guys were there with their gals, but at that point, name-memory quits cold, apologetically. One notable exception: Bob Palmer with his Peg, celebrating their 14-month anniversary on October 14, while Mabel and I were marking our sixth.

Ed Brown, who graciously helped get us and half-a-dozen others into the Coolidge, also laid a treasure-trove of news-notes on me, culled from class dues returns. The facts taken on their own recognizance, appear to be as follows:

Ike Besse was recently elected president of the Barnstable County Fire Insurance Company of Yarmouthport, Mass. . . . Nashville's Phil Glazer reports "nothing new in the ole South. Still traveling." . . . Phil's travelling team-mate, Dave Hedges, writes from his new base in England that "this isn't a bad place to live. Everyone comes through London, most recently Laurie Herman and Hafey Arthur. Unfortunately, all too short a visit with them." . . . Art Moebius, out in Aurora, O., complains that "Hilde and GeorgeKimball overwhelmed Ruth and me with a wonderful weekend in September in Portsmouth. We are still recuperating."

Still taking from Treasurer Brown: Cornelius J. Shea of 100 Wrexham Road, Bronxville, N. Y., (new address) reports his marriage on September 23, 1972 to Jean Myers Carney (contratulations, CJ.—good luck, J.M.) . . . Harry Wallace, of Riverside, Conn., writes cryptically, on behalf of Kay and himself, that "this 'investment' is certainly one of the soundest in our lifetime!" (wha'd he say? details, please) . . . And Dick Wells, of way-out Wayzata, Minn., summed up the Princeton weekend with admirable prescience: "As Dartmouth spoiled the Holy Cross homecoming, so it is hoped the '34 clan gathers in triumph when they wander north to enjoy the color and hospitality of the Browns and Lyles. 'Tis a bit far for us this year, but some other time. Hope all are in good spirits and health. Our very best wishes for great reminiscences!"

Great they were, Dick—the very best. The weekend also provided new stuff, too. Like meeting Charlie and HeleneStrauss' son Glenn of the Class of 1973. And learning first-hand from Hank Bryan, of Wilmington, Del., that he had retired from E. I. Dupont after more than 25 years of service. Hank, who has also served on the City Council, will devote himself primarily to community affairs.

Clarence Davies, no stranger to such affairs, picked up still another job September 20, when he announced—as president of the newly formed New York City Bicentennial Corporation—that the Corporation would sponsor the South Street Seaport Museum and the American Museum division of the Metropolitan Museum of Art as bicentennial projects. (Closing out on a Princeton weekend note, we believe Clarence won the distance award hands down—leaving Hawaii on Friday, to get to Hanover in time for the game. Makes one wonder about fair-weather fans like Hedges, a mere 3,000 miles away, contenting himself with airmail copies of the D.C.A.C. News.)

But coming on soon is the season to be jolly, so a truce to criticism. To one and all, the merriest of Christmases, and a truly glad New Year.

Secretary, 340 East 51st St. (14-A) New York, N. Y. 10022

Treasurer, Box 867, Hanover, N. H. 03755